Thursday, May 06, 2010

this boy.

Two days ago he got another war wound. This time, a hole in his head. In twenty months, we've had seizures, bloody scars and multiple head wounds. After each injury, he runs to me, signs "hurt," demands a kiss (even if the wound is covered in blood or peanut butter), signs thank you and is off and running. This boy is going to give me a heart attack.